2014.10.13 A Day With Violet

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It is doubtful that the DAIMLER corporate daycare picked Canadian Thanksgiving as a reason to be closed (for "professional development"). Still, it felt fortuitous. Or, at least it did once the day came - it felt like an annoyance before hand.

But how could a day alone with my little girl be an annoyance? Well, mostly because I was thinking about the work I needed to do, and the fewness of my remaining days off, and a vague preconception about wanting spend time with both kids and the wife for most days off. So silly, in retrospect.

First, I got to sleep in a bit later than usual. Which, let me assure you, is not nothing. Then, I got to be the one to drop off Simon at kindergarten. I haven't been able to be the one to do this before - not since daycare at DTNA. It made my heart glow all by itself.

Yet, even so, I was not able to predict just how absolutely precious my day would turn out to be.

The plan for the day included an array of chores, and for fun working on my mountain bike. The un-resolved aspect being mostly how to distract Violet while I did it all. I'm such a fool. Like a smiling cobra of cuteness, she hypnotized me into spending the whole day just doing daddy-daughter stuff. The blocks I brought out to distract her with, she used as an adorable mechanism for engaging with me. "Look daddy! I make a twysewwa..., a twysro... I make a din'saur! RAR!"

We danced. We played tickle tag. We turned a blanket into a space ship. She declared, "Read books, daddy!" She pulled a picture book off the shelf, crawled up on the couch to sit next to me, snuggled in, and started looking at the book all by herself. As I looked down at her adoringly, she turned her freakishly large blue eyes up at me, smiling. "Read your book daddy!" So I did, and we were happy.

We had breakfast for lunch (at her request), and I put her down for a nap. I sat back dow with my book, and promptly began to miss her.

In the afternoon we went out walking to a local market to pick up some Canadian Thanksgiving food to make for dinner - and failed. No turkey, no brussel sprouts, no cranberry sauce. Violet didn't care, she was to enraptured with pushing around the toddler-sized shopping cart.

We hiked back by the elementary school and picked up Simon. I ran carrying Ms. Vi as we chased The Dude riding his bike back home. Soon S returned home from work, and the world was complete again.

I really need to take more time to savour this phase of life. Everything is just so... great.